Verse 1

You skim the ceiling, pale and slow

Past the lampshade’s paper moon

I turn around; the curtains stir

But nothing crosses through the room

Pre-Chorus

Your quiet wings bend all the air

A gentle tide against my skin

I leave a little space beside me

And let the strange drift in

Chorus

Invisible elephant, circle once again

Glide above the table, through the window’s quiet frame

I can’t see you, but the room has learned your name

You pass like a thought that never has to land

Verse 2

The glass trembles on the shelf